The last few months of Elias' life have been... eventful, to say the very least of them.
Between his "secret" discovered, his jailtime, and his subsequent bail, all tangled up with his preferred solitude coming to an indefinite end, he's hardly known what to do with himself. His days are much busier than they'd ever been now: between meeting with Shen Qingqiu to streamline socialization and care efforts, concerned neighbors and nosy townsfolk finding their way to his door in equal measures, and his own continued work with the documentation and study of the local wildlife, it feels as though he's barely had a minute to himself to simply sit down and be. He's always led a life of "get up and go", and now, he's starting to regret not taking the time he had a bit slower, all things considered.
There's no time to contemplate "should have"s or "could have"s, however. He's up for the day, dressed and put together as best as he can be (his hair is still a mess, and his clothes are a bit disheveled, but he's clean, at least?), and he's just in time for the early-morning knock at his door. It still jolts the nerves, but it's routine, and as he always does, he answers the door, waving the familiar face inside.
"Come in, come in. I've gotten breakfast made, if you haven't eaten. I won't be offended if you want to get right into it, of course," he half-jokes, turning to seek out the last bit of his tea. "What's on the list for today?"
We counted dark spots on the moon [CR + Previously discussed!]
Between his "secret" discovered, his jailtime, and his subsequent bail, all tangled up with his preferred solitude coming to an indefinite end, he's hardly known what to do with himself. His days are much busier than they'd ever been now: between meeting with Shen Qingqiu to streamline socialization and care efforts, concerned neighbors and nosy townsfolk finding their way to his door in equal measures, and his own continued work with the documentation and study of the local wildlife, it feels as though he's barely had a minute to himself to simply sit down and be. He's always led a life of "get up and go", and now, he's starting to regret not taking the time he had a bit slower, all things considered.
There's no time to contemplate "should have"s or "could have"s, however. He's up for the day, dressed and put together as best as he can be (his hair is still a mess, and his clothes are a bit disheveled, but he's clean, at least?), and he's just in time for the early-morning knock at his door. It still jolts the nerves, but it's routine, and as he always does, he answers the door, waving the familiar face inside.
"Come in, come in. I've gotten breakfast made, if you haven't eaten. I won't be offended if you want to get right into it, of course," he half-jokes, turning to seek out the last bit of his tea. "What's on the list for today?"